I Feel It Running Through My Veins

Makeup is a Girl's Worst Friend

*Lydia please don't kill me with the eyeliner I promise to be good*

"She wears short skirts,
I wear t-shirts,
She's cheer captain,
And I'm on the bleachers,
Dreaming about the day when you wake up,
And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time"
-You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift

Stiles
As I recover from my horrific nightmare I look at my clock, 7am, great! I never get up this early! I decide to get up and clean the house up a bit since my dad has already left for the station and I have nothing better to do. I get up, make myself some coffee (obviously), and clean while bouncing around to some music I had put on. By 12:00 I am completely done scrubbing the house and am putting away the cleaning supplies when I get a text. I pull out my phone to check it, seeing The ID as Lydia.

Lydia
Clothes, shoes, and makeup came. Come over so I can teach u how to use it. The girls will be here also.

Stiles
Let me shower and eat lunch then I'll be right over.

I head towards the kitchen, groaning internally at the thought of makeup, make myself a sandwich, and eat it. I clean up and am just about to step into the shower when I get another text.

Lydia
Ok. Hurry and make sure to shave your legs.

I groan again just knowing Lydia'll be the death of me. I showered with great difficulty, almost cutting myself multiple times, but making due. I get dressed in the same clothes as yesterday except with a different T-shirt. I attempt to brush my curls out and leave them hanging wet down my back, soaking my shirt.

I then proceed to get in my car and drive to Lydia's who opened the door for me and lead me to her bedroom where Allison and Erica were lounging on a chair and on her bed respectively, chatting. Their were tons of bags from multiple boutiques that I couldn't even pronounce let alone know what they were so I decided to focus on the room. I had only been up here once or twice and couldn't help but feel my stomach flutter in glee at the thought of being in the Lydia Martin's bedroom.

"Stiles, here's how this is gonna work, I'm going to tell you what to wear until I believe you have a good enough fashion sense. Go put this on in the bathroom then come out here so I can do your hair and makeup." Lydia ordered.

I took the clothes from her and went into the bathroom, when I had finished changing I surveyed myself in the mirror. I was wearing a flower patterned dress with a jean jacket and some brown flats. I looked cute I guess. I stepped out of the bathroom to have Lydia work her magic on me. I sat down in a chair at her vanity where she brushed my hair and curled it so my curls were cleaner as opposed to its apparently usual messiness. She did my makeup which was torture but nothing drastic because I still looked like myself except darker around the eyes. I stood up for inspection.

"Oh my god! Stiles, you look great!" Allison gushed and I sent a small smile her way.

"She looks soooooo innocent." Erica said disgusted.

"I believe that the best power a woman can hold over a man is the power he doesn't know she has, but I can add a leather jacket to her outfit tomorrow. Maybe that outfit will satisfy you, Erica?" Lydia said then turned to me, "I personally think you look amazing Stiles." She complimented blushing.

My brain went haywire! First Derek, now Lydia! I mean LYDIA MARTIN, Lydia Freaking Martin thought I looked good. What was with this new body that made everyone so crazy!

Erica, Allison, and I then got Lydia's math notes and asked questions about our homework that we had been assigned. When an hour had passed we all got ready to go home. Erica and Allison left, but I stayed behind to collect my new clothes. Lydia, apparently decided to help since she grabbed the rest of the bags and helped me put them in my trunk. She walked with me to my car door and opened it for me as I got in, buckled up, and turned my keys in the ignition.

"For what it's worth you make a pretty hot girl." She stated as if it were factual then kissed me on the cheek, slammed my door shut, and strutted up the driveway.

I drove home in a daze then put all my new clothes up in the proper places of my room. I got ready for bed and laid down with the phantom pressure of lips on my cheeks and a single thought:
No one ever said Lydia Martin wasn't bold.

AN: Thank you so much for reading my story and I hope you've enjoyed it so far! I will continue to write hopefully so please, please, please keep reading and stay tuned!